yverian
About
a fairly reserved young woman.
she / her b9sexual idiot. 21_y/o_
eng/esp
Aɾιαɳҽ Yҽσɳɠ and Marina IRL
An Enthusiast Of Pyrrhic Victories
Freikugel enjoyer
Playing too many vidya rn so I havent watched much anime...
I imagine the earth projected in space, like a woman screaming, her head in flames. Before the terrestrial world whose summer and winter order the agony of all living things, before the universe composed of innumerable turning stars, limitlessly losing and consuming themselves, I can only perceive a succession of cruel splendors whose very movement requires that I die: this death is only the exploding consumption of all that was, the joy of existence of all that comes into the world; even my own life demands that everything that exists, everywhere, ceaselessly give itself and be annihilated. I imagine myself covered with blood, broken but transfigured and in agreement with the world, both as prey and as a jaw of time, which ceaselessly kills and is ceaselessly killed.
“This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight”
I am vulgarity itself.
I'm only a good child at home.
An immaculate child.
But otherwise it's just masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation masturbation.
My life is masturbation. Total masturbation. I revolve and accelerate, my hand in my pants the whole time. I'm a ballerina dancing through the world.
__FUCK THE LORD ON HIGH “I SPIT UPON YOUR CROSS!”
IM SPEEDIN DOWN THE HIGHWAY TO HELL LIKE THE OLDE ROCKERS OF OLD .
EVERY STEP TORTURES MY BONES AND EVERY MOMENT IN THE
LIGHT BURNS UPON MY FLESH . I CARVED 40 SIGILS IN 40 TREES
AND SKINNED 40 SMILES IN 40 NIGHTS. THE FIRES OF HELL FUEL MY
CHAINSAWS WRATH AND IT WILL BE MY PLEASURE TO SMITE YOU .
COME WITH ME TO HELL
THE END OF THE LEGENDARY TRILOGY
RAINBOW BRIDGE 3 BY THE HAUNTED MOUND LORD
SEMATARY GRAVE MAN . REAL BLACK METAL WITCH HOUSE
FROM THE HAUNTED MOUND . HOSTED BY DJ SORROW__
__A point in the horizon, a melting scene from your childhood. Your mortality is showing. A frantic drift towards nothing, biology doomed to an infinite recursive loop. Teeth with teeth with teeth. Take a bite. Serene scene of a coastal town, warmth of the sun. Bitter tears. Lust for power. This is where you abandoned your dreams. You are a high net worth individual, an expanding vortex of pathetic trauma. Finally a beautiful ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nerve ape. A pure soul is born into being, its neurotransactions stutter into being. 30583750937509353 operations per nanosecond. Beauty eludes your porous mind.
The value of life is negative. The balance of being is rotated by 38 degrees. The surface is full of cracks, a turgid light shines through. Fleshy primordial bodies sluggishly roll down the slope. Only you slide upwards, with a celestial step. You become beautified, a saintly figure. Your pristine idiocy reveals a safe path through the impenetrable fog of life. Your dull sword cuts through the weak tendons and membranes of the garden of corruption. Sit on the throne of contentment and ferment. Inspect the eternal blue skies of your kingdom. You come to a realisation. You pick up an onion and begin peeling.
Onion layer one. Onion layer two. Onion layer three... Onion layer n^n. Aeons have passed and the onion is fully peeled. Nothing remains. It's perfect. You get lost in the point that remains where the onion used to be. Synaptic cascade, neurological catastrophe. The point becomes infinitely dense, the universe condenses into a unicellular being. It screams sin. It craves happiness. It's done with this world. It tries to commit suicide but fails. Sad pathetic mess. You feel pity and disgust but only in a way a being of pure grace can. In your violent mercy you terminate the worldlife.
The living organism, in a situation determined by the play of energy on the surface of the globe, ordinarily receives more energy than is necessary for maintaining life; the excess energy (wealth) can be used can be used for the growth of a system (e.g. an organism); if the system cannot grow, or if the excess cannot be completely absorbed in its growth, it must necessarily be lost without profit; it must be spent, willingly or not, gloriously or catastrophically.__
MAL backup
